A Virtual Journal Dedicated to International Literature and Culture

Main menu

Sub menu

Sci-fi

Sitting in the Jet Blue Terminal at JFK airport, the seductive mid-eighties croon of Foreigner wanting to know what love is surreptitiously filling the air, I realize that airports and children are not that compatible. Not that I am stating some repressed loathing of parents – I have some myself – but judging from their…